Are the aethers native to multiple worlds?
Currently, no - but they have spread + they claim to be not from any world.
Are the aethers native to multiple worlds?
Currently, no - but they have spread + they claim to be not from any world.
Rayse (Odium) was very methodical with the order in which he went after other Shards. Hypothetically if he'd visited the Rosharan system all those years ago but managed to avoid being trapped and was able to continue his mission right away, which of the known Shards would've been next up on Rayse's hit list?
He expected Ruin to implode. So he might have gone for Autonomy, double crossing them.
Are there ten metals (and their respective alloys) that can be used in fabrials? The eight allomantic pure metals, silver, and then one more?
There are more than 10. :)
Do those consumed by Yelig-nar (like Aesudan, Amaram) appear briefly in Shadesmar after they die, but before they pass onto the beyond?
Yelig-nar consumes them entirely, like Nightblood.
Are there any truespren currently around that are in a singer form?
Back before the Final Ascension, if you had a full Feruchemist and a Mistborn, both with access and knowledge of all 16 metals, could they make medallions without the use of Hemalurgy?
If they knew what to do maybe. Much easier with Hemalurgy - but it would be possible.
Is there more than 1 dragon amongst the Shards? If so, how many are there?
Only 1 dragon right now as a Shard.
What effect does it have on the Radiant when the spren initiates the breaking of the bond?
It is painful but not destructive to the person.
Could a Lightweaver make a black hole by compressing light?
Beyond the power level of the average Lightweaver
Hoid does like playing with fire. He should not be a Lightweaver. He is too close to various things that happened with Dawnshards. He should not be a Lightweaver, he is playing with fire.
Hoid should not be a Rosharan and Yolish Lightweaver, as it's getting close to something related to Dawnshards.
In Secret History, we have the Connection orb that Kelsier uses that draws Connection lines from him to things around him. If Vin (Well of Ascension era Vin) used that orb and also like drew in the mists, could she steelpush on non-metal objects?
No, there are ways you can do that to non-metal but that is not it. There are ways.
Atium/Iron or Atium/Steel?
Ehh, hmm, now you’re getting into RAFO territory.
The "Crown, Tower, Spear" Death Rattle has not happened yet, either on-screen or off-screen.
rafo. Evil chuckle.
We know Rosharan lightweaving is similar to Yolish lightweaving, and we learn in RoW that Stoneshaping may be a gimped version of microkinesis. Are there other surges which are modified versions of Yolish magic?
Are there other godmetals that non Mistborn can burn?
So Renarin is not a normal Truthwatcher, whether you want to use the term Corrupted or Enlightened. Is he the first of his kind?
Yes he is.
Could Navani, when she progressed far enough in her Oaths, open a perpendicularity?
Yes, that is theoretically possible.
What is Hoid's best held secret?
Hoid is his own Best Secret.
Long time ago now, years and years ago, I, with my family, went to Fiji. And I always like to just write something inspired by a place I visit. And on Fiji, we went and visited one of the local villages. And that's how they describe them, with a chief; even though it's very modern, they still maintain that structure and society. And one of the cool things that the guide who toured us around this, his title was the Kingmaker. And he explained to us his job was to be the person who picked the next king. The king, or the chief, does not get to pick his successor; the Kingmaker, who is a different family line, picks the successor to the king. Which I thought was so cool. It's like it's a check and balance upon the monarchy that I had never heard of before; it's a really sophisticated system that I just thought was awesome. And so I said, "I'm gonna write a book using that idea at some point." And I only managed to get a few chapters of the way into it. I did set it on First of the Sun, the planet where Sixth of the Dusk takes place.
So I am going to read to you from the prologue and a bit of the first chapter (I didn't get much beyond this) of a book I called Kingmaker.
It begins when the dying man takes his last breath. Death is not uncommon; indeed, it's one of the few universal experiences humans share. It's a pity that we often come to it underprepared, considering it's the singular thing for which, by definition, we have the most time to prepare.
In this story, fortunately, the man was well-prepared. He'd asked all the questions he could think to ask, and gotten all the answers he'd thought he could get out of life. That was preparation for him, being ready to get answers to the questions he couldn't answer. He'd known for years that he would die; and not as everyone knows death is eventually coming. Rather, he knew death was coming for him in a way you might know to expect the 9:14 train. Yes, it could arrive a little later; but you'll be leaving the station before noon, one way or another. Malignant, they called the infestation growing inside of him. Terminal. How odd, to be killed by growth; not decay, not blood loss, not (as he'd assumed would someday be his lot) by being taken during an ocean hunt. But of something growing, living, just doing a little of too much of both. It felt so very modern to be dying of something called colorectal adenocarcinoma. He'd been born in a time when they'd used simpler terms; but modern science had brought more than steam engines and telegraph machines. It had granted many diseases honored promotions, so chiefs no longer had to die in their own filth, but instead could fall prey to gastroenteritus. And he was a chief, our soon-to-be corpse.
Ah, but you must know the scene before we continue. I shall describe it as he would have; for it had been years since he'd seen anything other than a milky white haze. Fortunately, if you were wise, you do not need to be able to see in order to tell people where to go.
He could hear the ocean, first and foremost. Like many of his people, the chief hated places where you couldn't hear the ocean. When he'd been young, he'd worked on the inland <taro> fields by his father's orders. Those were far from the ocean; it took an hour by canoe up the river, away. It had been the worst year of his life, and that counted the ones dying of cancer.
Today, he could smell the sea. Tradition on the island of <Amore> saying that the chiefs never rotted after death. How could they, when they'd been steeped in brine for so long? The chiefs were the mediators between island and sea, and they bled salty blood. The ocean was in their veins, the crusty lava rock in their bones. He thought fondly of laying in the mausoleum near his father, on a slate block of stone quarried from the rim of a dormant volcano. He'd lay there, smiling as corpses do, baked for all eternity by the sallow candles, massaged by the songs played for the dead, just like the chiefs before him.
Chief. Now, that was an interesting term these days. But the Home Isles had always had chiefs; that would never change. Now they also had representatives, elected by direct voice of the people. These traveled to the distant government seat and made policy, while the chiefs remained on their islands. For what was a chief when away from his people, his soil, his seed? Not that the chiefs were impotent; they set island policy and grumbled at the need for interference from the government. The chief represented the tribe, which, in this story, meant all the people living on one small island, some six hundred in total, all related. The representatives led the country, but the chiefs led the families; each one, a tiny king. They were the guardians of tradition and executors of modern policy all at once. As such, the term nestled comfortably between the new and the old, like that spoon that slid off the counter and jammed itself in the spot between wood and wall: stuck, stubborn, and somehow still a perfect fit.
He nestled there now, right between the old and the new. A breeze blew in through the open parlor doors. They built their homes for years in such a way as to invite the breeze in, as an honored guest. But he also felt the blowing fan overhead, rhythmically clicking from its spidery place in the ceiling. A modern convenience the chief's home had, as it needed power to work the telegraph machine. It was the only place in the entire island that was electric, powered by some very large chemical batteries that you'd have called primitive. But here, they were the utmost leading edge of technology, developed proudly by scholars without the help of the Ones Above.
There. Can you feel it? Soft sheets beneath your back, cool breeze on your cheeks, fan counting off the last seconds of your life? Ocean calling to your soul? No pain; but also, few deep thoughts. The drugs prevented both.
Now, add footsteps. They made the rug creak; it was woven of beachfront frond leaves given to him by the chief of <Luma> island, the next one in the chain. The steps didn't click; they sounded from feet unshod, so it wasn't the nurse.
"Coral?" the chief asked. Was it his first son? "Squall?" The second, perhaps. No response. "I need a drink," the chief said, reaching limply toward his nightstand. "It no longer hurts to drink. It no longer hurts at all."
No response. The chief had to wonder if he'd hallucinated the sounds. His brain seemed to be floating in soup these days. He drew in a long, ragged breath.
That's the one. His last. This is where it begins. Because, before the chief could release that breath, a pair of gloved hands locked around his throat and squeezed.
Strangely, it didn't hurt, either. Someone is killing me! The thought reached his brain slowly, as if by a bird messenger, rather than telegraph. Someone is killing me... before I can die. He fought, because he was a chief, and because he didn't like someone taking what the gods had claimed. But he couldn't even relieve himself these days without help, so fighting back an attacker was impossible. Those hands just squeezed tighter. The white that was his world began to grow dark, and he realized, prepared though he thought he was, one more question had shown up last minute. Demanding. Confusing.
Who murders a man that has days, maybe mere hours, left to live?
The steamship cut across the ocean like a hunting knife crossed the skin of a beast: straight, unconcerned, leaving a scar behind in the waves. <Tulaku>, the Kingmaker, loved standing at the ship's rail, feeling the wind beat her face, watching the impotent waves break against the hull. It felt so modern to be able to impose human will upon both wind and wave. It had been an eternity since she'd enjoyed modern conveniences like this. They were so uncommon out here in the Scattered Isles, the backwaters of a land with, admittedly, quite a lot of water. But her time here was done; the ship steamed inward with clocklike precision. The Kingmaker had duties at <Tory>, the grand island where the government and corporations were run. So the steamship would carry her there. It wouldn't wait until the tide turned; it wouldn't wait for favorable winds. It would go now.
She was a young woman, this Kingmaker, and if you'd been from her world, you'd immediately have noticed something off about her. Something unusual, other than the youth. That, at least, was evident only when you looked at her face. Everything about her served as an intentional distraction from her youthful figures. The traditional clothing, shrouding her in a cloak of Aviar feathers. The posture, so carefully cultivated to project strength, confidence, and authority. The ceremonial oar, held like a staff with its arrowhead-shaped paddle toward the sky, crowned with the jagged teeth of a mature ocean shadow beast. Everything about her proclaimed aged wisdom.
But the face. That embarrassingly youthful face. <Tulaku> had learned to deal with the looks. She no longer glanced down in embarrassment when introducing herself, no longer winced visibly when people expressed surprise at her age. Yet there was something about her expression; the way she'd meet her eyes, then draw her lips to a line. The gesture seemed to admit: "We apologize for the inconvenience of sending a teen in the place of your expected wizened elder. Please wait while we remedy the situation. Note: this process may take forty years." She hoped, as she put the Splintered Isles behind her, she'd also escape those experiences. She'd rarely felt them at home; senators and company presidents there could be young and vibrant, so why not Kingmakers? There, you wouldn't be judged by your age, but by your ambition, and perhaps the quality of the names in your personal address book.
As she contemplated this, a large man shuffled down the steps from the bridge, his Aviar flapping wings to balance on his shoulder. The captain didn't wear a uniform; he was a company man, not a soldier. Though the distinction and authority between those two roles was subtle, the distinction in costumes was not. Captain <Hatchi> wore a thick woolen coat, a scarf, and a captain's hat. He rested hands on rail, fingers wrapped in thick workman's gloves. His Aviar, Chipper, had plumage of radiant green and red: one of the species that protected a ship and its crew from the questing minds of beasts that lived beneath the waves. Those had been exterminated from these populated shallows, of course, but it was a lucky Aviar breed nonetheless, one you often found accompanying sailors.
"Do you ever feel like a god out here, Captain," <Tulaku> said, "cutting across the waves, unencumbered by mortal concerns like current or wind?"
"Once in a while," he said, "until a storm comes. Then, well, I remember my mortality right fast, Kingmaker. Right fast." He kissed his fingers and held them to the wind, which was blowing in from the east. The direction to the Pantheon islands and the gods they represented.
"But surely," <Tulaku> said, "we can weather even storms, now? Only modern society has designed machines that can ignore the wind. We go where we want!"
"Yes, yes," he said, "but doesn't that make the machines the gods, Kingmaker? I'm not stronger than my ancestors. They crossed the seas, too, against the waves and in canoes. Doesn't take steam to manage it; just power." He glanced at the puffs coming from the boiler. "One type or another. But now, I shouldn't contradict you, wise one. Forgive me."
The ship continued through the ocean, belching confident black smoke, undaunted by both still wind and storm. Steered by compass, not by the lapping of waves. Indeed, the captain often thought about his father, who'd been a captain during a different time. His father's ship had once run aground on a deserted island, but the crew had patched it up and then been on their way. If the steamship were to break down, <Hatchi> knew he wouldn't be able to repair it. Then again, there were specialists for that sort of thing. And so, the more men progressed collectively, the less it seemed like the individual had anything to know. Ignorance was its own kind of luxury.
The Kingmaker frowned, consumed by her own thoughts, which sailed a different direction from <Hatchi>. As she got to more cosmopolitan areas, she'd gladly put behind the questioning eyes, the doubts that her age caused. Yet she'd also leave behind some of the reverence that people like <Hatchi> showed her. That had been one nice aspect of these rural islands and those who sailed them.
"You should know, Kingmaker," the captain said, "that a telegraph is arriving for you. It should be ready and interpreted shortly. That's why I came looking for you."
A telegraph. Now there was a modern innovation, and one all their own, not a gift from those Ones Above. Messages traveled the islands invisibly though the air, almost like a bird.
The Kingmaker winced, looking down at the ocean. If you'd known the people of this land, you'd likely have been surprised at the sudden pain she felt, thinking of birds. Then you'd look at her shoulder, see what was missing, and realize at last what had seemed off about her all along.
"The telegraph will be my mentor," she said to the captain, "with some words of encouragement." Please let it be that, she thought. And only that.
There had been a time when every island had its own Kingmaker. Someone to watch the chief and act as a balance to his ambition. The Kingmaker couldn't, of course, unseat a chief. The gods had placed the chief where he was, after all, and mortals should not intervene. Yet everyone agreed there should be some check upon the chief's power. Even the chiefs themselves tended to agree, something you might find curious. This is likely because you're familiar with large kings of nations, rather than the small kings of the islands. Large kings tend to be gluttons. Give them a mansion, and they'll want two; pay them some taxes, and they'll wonder how high they can get. Grant them a taste of absolute authority, and they'll chug the whole bottle. But, like a remarkable number of things when it comes to human society, monarchy tends to work far better on the small scale. A mansion doesn't feel so necessary when your brother has a hut. Taxes feel different when squeezed out of the man who taught you to fish. And absolute power doesn't feel so absolute when your mother chides you for abusing it. So generally, yes, the chiefs themselves liked having someone to watch over them. You wouldn't believe it, from the way the two offices tended to squabble.
Ah, but I still haven't explained: what is a Kingmaker? Well, it is as it sounds. The Kingmaker chooses the next ruler. They couldn't unseat the current chief, as I said, but they could do something nearly as bad. They could end his dynasty, choosing someone outside his lineage to take the throne. Every chief had to live with a certain fear of that possibility. Rule poorly, and you'll suffer patrimonial emasculation in the form of a rival son being given charge of your throne, and in many ways your legacy, once you were gone. Most Kingmaker interventions in <Tulaku>'s bold, oh-so-modern times, were just for show. Chiefs had to work alongside elected officials, and dynasties were usually preserved in the name of tradition. Chiefs represented tradition; upheld it. It was actually one of the few remaining powers in this day of senates, corporations, and individual suffrage. Because of this, the Kingmaker's job had changed over the years. They watched the kings, not just as it related to their successions. If the king were to break the law, for example, what did one do? In the past, nothing. These days, the king was not the law; indeed, the law carried a ceremonial oar, and sometimes wore too young a face for her station.
These days, there was often just one Kingmaker serving a dozen or more islands, and she didn't even have to attend or even sanction every coronation. If a ruler was liked, and a clear heir existed, the change of power could be sealed by telegraph. But if a succession was disputed, then one would be assigned to see to the matter personally. If one was already in attendance nearby, it would be her job. And if none were in attendance... well, it would fall upon the nearest passing Kingmaker. A tradition that <Tulaku> was now coming to find extremely inconvenient.
So you can probably tell from that, I was experimenting with some omniscient voice in that. It got really tell-y; I apologize for that. That was me just being whimsical and figuring out the worldbuilding as I wrote. You do that in first drafts, sometimes. I'm still very fond of that piece; I'm not sure if I will ever use it for anything in the future. There was definitely some awkwardness about the voice, but also it had some nice turns of phrases, which were fun.
Are Soulburner and Starburner the same project? And can you give us an update on either of of those, if they are?
Things are going well, they are the same project, and it's NOT up to Brandon to talk about.
I asked Steven Bohls if he and Brandon have any cool ideas for the next Lux book in terms of cool settings or cities.
He mentioned that Book 5 will most likely be set in the New Orleans bayou/deep swamp area. (Or at least that's what he'd like.) It will most likely be a shorter book, at around 100k words overall; and there's a good chance that Mizzy will be a major POV character in the next book. Fun fact - Mizzy was supposed to show up in Lux, as Jax was supposed to go from Boston through New York, meet Mizzy and see Regalia flood the city, and then end up in Texas. This part ended up being cut as it was too tangential to the story. (Wingflare's original gimmick was going to be sound and a sound effect, but this was cut - as were most sound effects - as it felt too much like a gimmick.) Brandon currently wants Lux to be a trilogy, and the second book in that trilogy may be released sometime next November. (The two have ideas, but they were waiting on some sales reports and contract stuff first, and that may have just arrived this past week.)
Dan is writing the novelization of Dark One at the moment. It's not following the outline, so don't expect it to end up like the graphic novel (sadly). Dan is planning on this being about a 100-120k novel overall.
Kimmalyn will most likely be a new novella character. She will also most likely be the LGBTQ+ character, as Janci wiggled her eyebrows suspiciously when asked.
Can you tell me something new about godmetals, something that isn't known or isn't widely known?
I can tell you this: the existence of godmetals is one reason why metal is so weird in the cosmere.
Nikki Savage novella (Wax & Wayne era) is currently being written by Isaac Stewart. Called Boatload of Mummies
Isaac is also about halfway through his Nikki story.
Creating the Hemalurgic table in its final form. Will be creepier and released next year.
I think Hemalurgy is one of the most interesting systems you've really come up with, especially for the future of the cosmere. Can you give us anything new that we do not know about Hemalurgy?
There will be something new in Lost Metal.
There’s a scene in ReDawn that has overtones of Kimmalyn being gay - is Kimmalyn canonically queer?
Yes. Might be bi, we are exploring it as we go.
The word "fluting" comes up a lot in the Skyward books. I was wondering, if there is ever a TV show or movie, would you like actual flutes to be used, concerning that?
Maybe, good question. When I hear fluting... If you don't know, I like parrots as pets. And some parrots are good at vocalizing; other ones aren't. And if you know what they're saying, you can understand the word. But sometimes, to an outsider, it just sounds like a squawk. And that's the fluting; I imagine it mostly being pronounced, but if you weren't paying close attention, you might just hear a flute noise. But if you know that the animal is imitating what you're saying, you can pick out what they're saying.
I imagine it would be synthesized. But maybe there's a flutist out there that can make their fluting sound like the tone and what-not, and it would be appropriate if the repetition was just kind of an evocation of the word.
With the recent release of the Magic: The Gathering Forgotten Realms set, has Wizards floated the idea of a Cosmere type set?
I'm obviously in pretty regular contact with Wizards, having written a story for them, and things like that. There's a lot of fans in house. So I think that probably we will do these someday. But at the same time, they are still figuring out how to make with their fanbase not rioting at them. Some of the fanbase does not like other IPs getting mixed in to Magic: The Gathering, and so Wizards is figuring out how to do that. We have talked to them. Nothing's come of it yet, but I think it's probably inevitable. I don't know. They know how much I love their game, and a lot of them read my books, so I would imagine that someday, we'll do it. At the very least, we'll do one of these Secret Lair things or something like that, but maybe something more. Like, I would hold out for a full set, like they're doing with Lord of the Rings. But they also are doing Commander decks themed to certain properties, which would be another really cool thing.
I imagine we would, but I can't... All I can say right now is, we've all been like, "Hey wouldn't that be cool?" And that's as far as it's gone.
You have talked about writing a book about Ashyn, the first planet in the Rosharan system. You said that they have a magic system based on disease, but they are currently without a Shard. Can you tell us what the source of that magic system is?
A lot of the magic systems in the cosmere, I kind of in my head differentiate kind of the primary worlds and the secondary worlds. And even on the secondary worlds, there is magic. And any place that a Shard has been in presence is gonna leave behind an aftereffect, but it's not always that. I would call most of the magic on Ashyn Cultivation-based, most likely. And Cultivation's in the system, but has only briefly been to that planet. But it doesn't mean that... basically, it's kind of the level of Investiture. If you go to Scadrial, on Scadrial, you're gonna have a high percentage of the population, cosmereologically, that are gonna have access to one of the Hemalurgic [Metallic] arts, right? Same thing on Roshar. And indeed, the people are going to be Invested on a level that is beyond the others. This is my in-world canon reason that people just don't come down with colds very often or have tooth decay very often, and things like that. On the primary Shardworlds, we're talking about people who are just naturally, highly Invested.
All the other worlds, though, you're still gonna have the occasional pop-up of magic, here and there. You're still gonna have effects of being in the cosmere, and things like that. Just much smaller chances. And the magic's probably going to be less likely to be planet-destroying potential, and things like that, like happened on Ashyn.
Do you believe that Preservation is inherently good and that Ruin is inherently evil?
No, good question! I would say no. I don't think any of the Shards are inherently good or inherently evil. I think that Ruin can be (and was for many years) in the cosmere presented as the necessary force of progress, right? Things need to decay in order for life to exist. And I think entropy is just a necessary aspect of life. And Ruin doesn't have to be evil; but Ruin is hard to control. And Odium is even harder to control. And because of that, there is a higher likelihood that Ruin or Odium are going to, if left unchecked, be very dangeorus.
Theoretically, with enough Stormlight, could a Bondsmith bond a Shard to something?
With enough Investiture? Yeah, that's viable. Yeah. Good question.
Is Hoid's hair naturally white? And does that mean anything?
It is now. I don't know what you call "naturally."
Was he born with white hair?
He was not born with white hair.
One of my favorite things about the cosmere is the mixture of science with magic. I was theorizing on ways you could do the space travel with spaceships between planets. My theory is that you could... we know ways that you could store Investiture in things, we know ways you can shield that as well. I was thinking if you put, like, a super-Invested object at the front of your ship and opened it up, you're basically creating a perpendicularity, put the whole ship into the Cognitive Realm?
Very interesting theory. RAFO.
I really like that you can theorize along these lines. Not to say too much, but people have been able to figure out how I'm going to do it, because the fundamentals of the magic are there. And that just tickles me. It makes me excited.
In Bands of Mourning, in the party scene. Hoid was outside; talked with Wax. Khriss is inside; talked with Wax. Were there any other worldhoppers present? And if so, how many?
At least one was present. Probably two. At least one, probably two.
Galactic monopolies on faster-than-light travel and the societal implications of instantaneous transportation are major thematic elements of both the Skyward series and Howard Tayler's Schlock Mercenary.
Oh, I was gonna say Dune.
I know that you're friends with Howard; did his work have any influence on how you view this?
Oh, definitely, yes. I hadn't thought of that, but I bet that there's some of that in there. But I bet we're both influenced by Dune, just like everyone else. I can directly say a monopoly on intergalactic travel is a question that I found really interesting and is something that I'm deeply influenced by Dune by. But yes, I would say that there's definitely some Howard in there, influencing me. I mean, his is the space opera that I probably spent the longest amount of my life reading, Schlock Mercenary.
I believe that you can reasonably assume that humans and Parshendi at some time mixed, resulting in Horneaters with their red hair and hearty stomachs, Herdazians with their fingernails, and Thaylens with their eyebrows (maybe; I don't know about that one). However, Aimians, like Axies the Collector, have blue changeable skin, and this doesn't seem like a Parshendi trait at all.
It is not.
Is it possible that there was another race welcomed onto the planet like humans were?
If you've been having success writing books with other authors, as you've had, is that a strategy you might write sequels to Rithmatist?
It is something we've considered with Rithmatist, yeah. What would be really nice is, if I'm adding a coauthor, getting somebody who has Aztec heritage (because I wanted to write the next one taking place and dealing with kind of some Aztec lore and things like that) would be really cool. So that's kind of what we've been looking for, if we can find somebody who at least has some understanding of some Mexican heritage and things like that, or a scholar of that. That is probably where we're gonna go, when we do it; we just have to find the right person. So that's what we're looking out for. If you know writers that you really like, you can send me emails about who I should look into.
How do you think pushing and pulling on liquid metals would work?
It would work, but it'd be messy. It would definitely work; you could do it. In fact, you can find all kinds of things with ferrofluids that would show you kind of how it'd work. I visualize it working similar to some of those things, where you get some of those pretty cool patterns of the liquid. Though not exactly the same, because they're gonna work exactly like ferrofluids, because ferrofluids gonna have suspended particles. Anyways, it's different. But things like that, I think will be very fun. And I imagine trying to find ways to use that more in the future.
How do the people on Detritus breathe?
How did the oxygen get recycled, is that what you're asking?
Yes; they have no plants.
They do. Here's the thing: it has lots of alien fungus that works like an algae. This is what the rats are living on; this is what the slugs are living on, and things like that. And so the air is recycled naturally. But we don't see most of the plants that are creating oxygen on our planet; it's the same way with them. Even the lichen and things that she is mistaking for dust and what-not is helping the planet to maintain an oxygen cycle. Good question.
But that is also why there's rats in the caverns. And a lot of these are surviving geothermally. It's alien; it works, but because I say so.
When you were writing Skyward, did you ever change Spensa's name? And if so, what were some of her previous names?
You know, I kind of just started with Spensa. And so I don't imagine that there was anything. I'm trying to remember; I don't think there was anyting else before that. It was just nebulous, and I was using nicknames for her.
In your books, you have some pretty powerful healing magics, and we've also seen some characters sustain some pretty traumatic brain injuries. The human brain stores information as electrical connections, right? So if you blew a part of it out, you could grow it all back, but those connections wouldn't really be there. Have you considered that?
I have. This is why you will see memory... So, Cognitive Shadows maintain a person's memory. And your Cognitive aspect, your Invested self, maintains your memory in the cosmere. This is why you will also see people's memory being edited by accessing some of the Investiture. You'll see this in Warbreaker; you saw this in the end of Rhythm of War. Your Cognitive self, your Invested self, keeps a duplicate of all your memories. So this allows very significant trauma to the Physical sense; as long as the Cognitive sense is still attached to that body, those memories will be reimplanted in the Physical self, or will be accessed. And this was just necessary for me to even have things like what happened with Raoden in the beginning of Elantris, and for ghosts to exist, and things like that. It actually works pretty well, because it lets me use it to edit people's memories by accessing their Investiture.
And one of the other things that's going on here is: if you have more Investiture, you can remember more, and better. But then that's dangerous, because it's a lot easier to access that Investiture. And it's a lot harder to notice when it has been edited. Hmm.
You've written about a lot of cultures that have some parallels to the real world. Do you have any culture or magic system you've kicked around that's inspired by the Indian subcontinent?
I do, actually. Thank you for this question. You should be very interested to read The Lost Metal. There's a worldhopper on The Lost Metal from a planet with a culture inspired by the Indian subcontinent.
Should Stormlight ever reach the film stage or TV series, would you consider using the Black Piper Kaladin album as its soundtrack?
I would consider it. It would really be up to the people who were making it, but that's definitely something to consider. It's a very good album.
Is the reason a Rithmatist can draw Mark's Cross because the lines of forbiddance become two-dimensional and become part of the circle?
That's kind of it, but kind of not at the same time. So, yes and no.
What gave inspiration for cytonic slugs?
When I started writing a short story called The Eyes, derivative of DE, Ianted to write about refugees trying to fix living hyperdrives but they didn't realize they were alive.
Story didn't work, wasn't the right rebuild from DE. But the idea kept going in the back of my head. When writing Skyward, I wanted something that looked innocent that Spensa wouldn't realize was the hyperdrive. Why a slug? I don't know. I like sea slugs, they're cute. Would like them as a pet but you can't have them in our world.
Only change was that Doomslug had to be great great great great granddaughter of original hyperdrive.
Are Aimians descendants of humans and honorspren?
No, but the reasons they can change shape are related.
At the end of OB, Taravangian makes a deal with Rayse to spare Kharbranth. Is T!Odium bound by that?
RAFO. I like how you're thinking.
What phrase did Vivenna use to Awaken her sword?
Oh yeah, RAFO!
Squires. Five orders have Squires. Not every Order has them. Are there any more than those five that have Squires?
Could Shai make a stamp to make her temporarily a Mistborn with lerasium?
Sort of. She could rewrite her past so she'd taken lerasium, but would need a lot of Investiture to power it. Stormlight might, but it's still keyed. You'd want some "pure unkeyed Dor".
Nightblood has lots of Investiture [interjection: not strongest, but very strong] is Odium now weakened?
Technically yes, but irrelevant. Small amount taken, and mostly from the Vessel not the Shard.
Could Nightblood consume Odium?
Nightblood got full long before consuming even a small fraction of Odium. Can't stab a planet to destroy it either.
Szeth knows about non-chicken birds. Shinovar has other birds?
Are we going to see more of them?
You will most likely see birds in SA5. Whether they are like Aviar is a RAFO. Two Aviar you have seen are foreign.
Are the Ghostbloods the same as the Set and if not *inaudible*?
The Lord of Scars is Kelsier. Read W&W4.
Two remaining shards. I think Concealment and Unity. Do either of these Shards exist?
Plausible existence of one of the Shards you talked about. You are following the right hints.
WoB you can split ettmetal. RoW anti-Voidlight creation. That how?
That is the right track. But not exactly, there are multiple ways, some less dangerous than others. That theory could be less dangerous.
Could you do that to a Shardblade, what happens to spren?
Hard time doing that. It would be like cutting off a person. Like what a Shardblade does to a soul. Not happy effects. Could be done.
Taravangian. The Diagram. Diagram below Taravangian figure if having good or bad day. Odium helped him understand. Does Taravangian now follow the Diagram?
Taravangian can now see the future. A little better than most Shards. He can see what the Diagram was an inferior version of.
Sill good and bad days?
All 16 Allomantic metals tested in fabrials?
Found any ones other than the ones in epigraphs?
Not sure. I don't think so, but other worldhoppers are exploring it.
Have you turned someone's theory into something in a book?
I think so… yes. Shallan is bisexual from someone on Twitter, leaned into it.
Will we see Teft again?
You can reread! Sorry. Maybe if I write the Lopen book. But not after RoW.
Why didn't TenSoon and Vin meet before she died?
I couldn't fit it in.
Nightblood usually seen as male, but Lift sees it as female. Important, or just PoV?
PoV. Nightblood doesn't care.
Is Vasher aware of Vivenna's sword?
By now, yes.
What is his opinion?
I think he needs more information, might depend on me writing Nightblood, outlines could change
Shards can't break oaths, including future Vessels. Is Harmony bound by Ruin and Preservation's deal?
It is fulfilled. Perception matters. Shards can break deals, but others can take advantage. Would be very dangerous. The deal between Ruin and Preservation is broken, better word than fulfilled, and no longer in effect because it's broken. Which would give Ruin advantage over Preservation but they're the same person so nothing could possibly go wrong.
Is Nightblood [missed it] when satiated?
Less dangerous when satiated. More like a regular sword, but still really dangerous for normal humans. At grand scale, much less dangerous?
Glee writing Moash?
No. Not with Moash. Some characters yes, but not Moash.
I believe Trell is a [avatar] of Autonomy. I believe Kelsier gets the idea from Autonomy to make [avatars] on other worlds.
Theorizing in the right direction.
Will we see the fate of Adonalsium's Cognitive Shadow?
RAFO. RAFO if one even exists.
If one Rioted or Soothed into/out of speed bubble, what happens?
It still works. It will be affected. Let me see… I think depending of the speed you'll get stretching or condensing. So you could e.g. effectively get a duralumin hit.
Can still aim?
You could multiply up but it'd be complicated.
Just to confirm, fast or slow bubble?
How does duralumin affect speed bubbles?
Hoid is his own level of dangerous. Any rivals to his ambition/power?
Depends. Some Yolish dragons are as old/crafty. Could argue the Aethers are as ancient or potentially powerful. I would not put them at Shard level but they would claim they are. There are some other characters but none on Hoid's level.
Kaladin is learning how to counsel people on balancing destruction/preservation. Possibly useful for someone else trying to manage this?
Maybe for someone else, if they wanted help.
I thought you meant Szeth. Maybe theoretically for Harmony.
Something about Demoux and Kelsier?
Demoux would idolize Kel less if he met him.
Comparing compulsion of being an Epic with that of being a Vessel?
Compulsion of a Shard is stronger, but ability to deal with it is equally increased.
Are the colors of Shards indicative of how they or the Shard interacts with Investiture?
Not really, vaguely.
Will Harmony make Mistborn to continue power?
What would a kandra look like in Shadesmar, do they have special abilities in Cognitive or Spiritual Realm?
RAFO what they look like. There is nothing that they would have as a special power over a human in the Cognitive, except that they have mental training to manipulate self perception which is very powerful.
So less limiting than Physical?
They'd go there Physically, so same limitations. Maybe some weird circumstances if they died and persisted as CS, they would have advantages.
Can Wax talk to Harmony from another system via earring?
Can you manufacture spiritweb patterns, like artifiical Hemalurgy?
Yes, they don't know how, but yes.
When Inquisitors were tracking Vin, they followed Reen's scent, why his?
I think they knew what was going on with Reen and they had a lead on him. Going to have to go recheck specific context on that one.
Tien was going to become a Lightweaver. What lie was attracting the Cryptic?
Tien was hiding the belief that he was not a good person. He knew people saw him as a burst of sunshine and he didn't want them to see differently.
End of RoW, Dalinar Connects Kaladin to something to give a vision of Tien, was that to Tien's soul, and does Dalinar know?
Most common in world answer, he Connected to a possibility in the SR. Also could be Connecting to actual soul in the Beyond.
Where did the horse come from?
Coincidence, or Fortune leading to the right path.
Has Kelsier held a gun?
Yes. He would call them an inelegant weapon.
Would Jasnah be able to handle Odium's power?
She would be a good candidate.
Can you leech/nicroburst Feruchemists?
Only while tapping?
Could Harmony reforge Adonalsium?
You're fishing for a RAFO.
Is there any meaning behind the name "Adonalsium"?
I look to real world languages to evoke the right feelings but otherwise, no.
If someone generated enough anti-Light, could they create an anti-Shard or an anti-Light nuke?
Could an aluminum Misting burn aluminum outside their body if they convinced themselves it was in?
No, perception is not relevant here.
Is Kaladin's eye change in RoW due to Investiture he's using?
No, it’s because he’s in dangerous territory.
Someone is surprised about Honor not pooling back into one place, can we infer Honor is not dead?
Was Hemalurgy used in the Desolations, how they Returned originally?
Good question, no. They did some similar skills but not at the first Desolation.
Could Nightblood pulverize an Honorblade to nonexistence? What would happen?
Yes. You would need to repair it with Investiture, otherwise it would be like Shardplate. You'd have god-metal dust, or add Investiture and reconstitute it, or change to other states. All possibilities.
Is Chana Shallan's Mom?
Is Vax a good place to get vaccines?
*laughs* The place where Vax would be is not at a place where vaccines have been developed.
Would you say that Shallan's mom counts in being in Way of Kings or Words of Radiance?
I would say that, yeah.